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His battle
You ask my face be turned to you, full of disdain and damp with tears.
You hope to watch me weep and feel defeat and fill with fear.
This damage of yours, all of your cause.
Is this a sense of pride are you...
You hope to watch me weep and feel defeat and fill with fear.
This damage of yours, all of your cause.
Is this a sense of pride are you...
